“Whatever,” she refused to fight with him and rolled her eyes as she walked around him to the living space.
“I grow weary of that word, Mackenna.” He called after her. “I told you, you are not walking alone.” He followed her out and folded his arms as she lifted her purse. He motioned to the table. “I have to work this afternoon. You’ll have to stay in for a bit.”
“Like hell.” She was closer to the door than he was, and she was out of it before he could reach her. She hit the lock knowing he’d fumble with it. The elevator was still on the floor from when she’d gotten off and she pushed the button and it opened. The doors were closing just before he reached it and the sound of his palm slapping the metal made her jump and smile at the same time.
“You do not get to tell me what to do Ales
